WESSEX
the wraith
Holding the kid’s gaze for as long as he wants to, the Wraith shakes his hand and then nods. Hale. Related to Weaver. Overseer. “No,” she says easily. “I’m a Grounder born and bred. I was just at the Kraai, and the stallkeeper Mavis filled me in on what’s happened, but I’ll head back. Figured you could use someone who can stand the cold right now.” Taking a look towards the fallen building, she nods again. “Infirmary it is.” Gesturing towards the small band of volunteers alloted to her, she indicates that they should follow her.
In reality, it is Wessex who should be following them, as the Wraith had little internal knowledge of the Palace and its wings. With a bit of sly maneuvering, she manages to get someone else to lead to the right area, at least. From there, Wessex is able to use her keen sight to examine a bit further than normal human eyes might, and she spots a bit of bandages rolling this way and that in the wind. It’s on a second floor, so first the Ascended searches for a way up - otherwise she’ll be the only one able to get up there.
The group finds a debris-covered staircase and begins to move the obstacles. When it’s all clear, Wessex places a tentative foot on the first step, taking the stairs gingerly, one step at a time.
she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says
and i have no trouble with that
